Thud, Thud, Thud, Thud
He trudges forward feet soaked in mud
Eats your brains, lips glossed with your blood
Sorry, that's not how this poem goes
He no longer heard the chirping of birds
The smell of the sea meant nothing to him
The colors of the sunset were black and white
He stared dead in the eye if someone tried to fight
She no longer tasted the richness of chocolate
She couldn't care less for beliefs or fate
Emotions were foreign and love was alien
Suicidal thoughts were a daily companion
Motivational quotes and speeches made him scoff
Rosy smells and scented candles made him cough
Fancy razors replaced money in her purse
The stick and light now made her feel worse
One foot in front of the other, their subconscious said
Their organs were sentient and worked at will
Consciousness, however, was a different story
For though parts moved, their minds lay still
They spoke without zest, like programmed robots
They made love without passion, out of habit
There was nothing to live for, no raison d'etre
They were sleeper cells, zombies on a clock
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 3:46 PM UTC
At 5, her smile was bright,
Which soon burned out like a fading light.
Made some friends, lost some more,
Tried being happy with a heart so sore.
At 13, she caked her face,
To fit in a world which was a maze,
Was called a ***** for trying hard,
Pierced her heart like a game of dart.
At 17, she found a love,
Thought she found a pure white dove.
Love was lust and shattered her,
He left her like a toy mere.
At 21, everyday she cried,
She ain't living, she just survived.
Wore a white gown, took a piece of blade,
Soon the white gown whole turned to red.
Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 9:33 AM UTC
Cut me cut me little blade
Save me from this mess I've made
Rupture my arteries and veins
Stop the red blood choochoo trains
Hush now hush now little blade
Don't tell them that I'm in pain
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 10:56 AM UTC
I could write the loveliest poem ever,
A lonely dove went cooing by and by,
Yonder rill, yonder hill, yonder river,
Whilst it winged into a clear blue sky.
Lovely is the sky in her robes of blue,
Velvety blue I mean, as eyes of thine
Never bestowed upon any seraph,
That upon my soul kindled love divine.
I could croon the loveliest tune ever,
And whisper it upon rivers of time;
That fairly stream by and by forever,
A tune that in thy heart could ever chime,
If only I could glance at thy bright eyes
To once stray upon shores of paradise.
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 2:24 PM UTC
A Romeo he is; obsessed with love
He saw me and swore I was sent from above
How on earth do you tell such a sucker
No matter what he can't make you pucker
Used to playing house with the *****
He claims he's not seen my type before
Though his ways I all but adore
I'm too nice to cause a war
Who's next? Ah! The pompous knight
Noble and fair in all his might
Seeks my hand to the Lord Viking's head
No thank you, too gory for my stead
Then there's Sir Geeks-a-lot
With his eyes and nose buried always in book rot
Should he maybe win the lot
Think absolutely not
Is that a ghost lover from my last?
Coming back for a lot to cast?
No siree! I've run out of chances
And the heart hospital I'm sure of braces
Wait, here comes the mommy's boy
Hangs around her finger like a toy
I think I'll pass, I don't need a wand
That waves at mother's every demand
A soldier came to pitch his tent
Glorious and capturing in his form
Soldier came soldier went
Soldier I could not reform
I'm the one whose heart they stake for
But I've got more to lose
I'm torn between two, maybe more
No inkling whom to choose
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 11:33 AM UTC
Absence doesn't always make the heart grow fonder
Sometimes it makes it forget
And what doesn't **** you doesn't always make you stronger
Sometimes it tears you apart with regret
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 10:10 AM UTC
I hate it when the night comes
That's when ghouls come out to play
When ghosts come out to haunt
When the mares come out to sway
I love it when the moon shows
Because I can play with my shadows
While watching lovers do their dance
Like a scene from a Shakespeare romance
But then I hate the twelfth hour
When the black cat's purrs awaken
When the witches' chants devour
When the clueless souls are taken
Alas the tenth hour is my favourite
It's when my beloved comes to call
So we can have few moments of unlawful bliss
Ever alert of Papa's foot fall
Whether or not I love or hate it
The night time doesn't seem aware
Or maybe my conflict fuels his humor
Or doesn't ***** it enough to care
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 8:56 AM UTC
Dinners under the chandelier
Meaningless chatter and happy laughter
The delicious smell of quesadilla
Drifting through the air from the counter
Grandma rocking in a corner
Little ones sparked before her
Marveling at her skill with the needle
Entranced by the music from Grandpa's fiddle
Stories by the moonlight
Folktales by the fireplace
Connecting dots with the starlight
Losing track of time in space
She never knew the word 'pain'
Then she felt the pain of death
Till the betrayal of Cain
Till she craved the high of ****
Now pain is all she knows
Pain in all forms and doses
Be it through bullets and blows
Or even the thorns of roses
She's grown so used to it
It's started to feel normal
She's grown so accustomed
Without it she's incomplete
As she sits near the cliff's edge
She dares to think of happier times
As she uses her foot as a wedge
She remembers the oven clock's chimes
She remembers mama's cookies
Her favourite was chocolate
She remembers papa's banters
And Nana's beliefs in fate
She recounts Grandpa's pipe
His delicious mixed smells of tobacco and old person
That must be where the crave started
Her crave for the high of forgetting
As the nostalgia washes over her
She dares herself to cry
She removes her footed wedge
And begins to fly
As she flies she feels nothing
Only an empty fortress
A fortress filled with echoes
Echoes of happiness
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 8:13 AM UTC
Don't judge a book by it's cover
The saying is true
Don't judge me till you know me
Or know what I've been through
This book you judge
Holds more than you see
Don't just react
Based on what you feel
I've experienced a lot of things
Both good and bad
Some made me happy :)
Most made me sad :(
I've let people get to me
People that don't really matter
But I believe
It will all turn out for the better
They say people's experiences make up their characters
Some can be changed, others cannot
It all depends
On how deep you've gotten
I've gone really deep
And don't know how to get out
So if you want to help me
Pray for me, love me
But don't judge me
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 4:38 PM UTC
The next three words he wants to say
I never thought he knew
But I've always waited for this day
I guess dreams do come true
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 7:14 AM UTC